How to (Make) Love 12/12
Title: How to (Make) Love
Pairings: HoSu, MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution. Junsu is 17, Yunho is 29.
Summary: Yunho looks for the ones who are used to abuse, the ones no one misses when he takes them home. He teaches them about pleasure and finds them a new place to live. He'd never thought one of them would teach him something as well.
Junsu parked his car. It was small and cheap compared to Yunho’s, but all his. He’d paid for it with his own money.
It was late, but the lights were still on and he found Yunho in his study.
“Hey.”
Yunho looked up to smile and return the greeting and turned back to his laptop to finish the sentence he’d been typing.
Junsu dropped down on the couch and closed his eyes.
“How was the performance?” Yunho asked.
“The performance was okay, but only because Jae is so professional. It was hell being around him backstage.”
“They’re still fighting?”
Jaejoong and Changmin didn’t fight often, but when they did, they were both too stubborn to apologise and it dragged on forever.
Junsu wondered if it was good or bad that he and Yunho never fought over anything.
“Go upstairs if you’re tired. I’ll be right there, I’m almost done.” Yunho said.
“You work too much,” Junsu complained.
“You too,” Yunho said. “But you’re right. You have tomorrow evening off, right? I’ll put my work aside too and we can watch a movie or something.”
Junsu stood up, kissed him briefly and went to take a shower.
Yunho made love to him the way Junsu wanted that night, speeding up when he asked for more instead of slowing and teasing. Pleasure came faster that way but didn’t last as long. Junsu could never decide which he liked best afterwards.
As Yunho stood up from the bed, his eyes were already closing, but he didn’t fall asleep.
While Yunho showered, Junsu thought about their relationship.
He’d asked Jaejoong, how do you know when you love somebody, and if you do, when is the right time to say it?
Jaejoong had given a whole lecture on how there are different types of love and it’s different for everybody and it had been much more confusing than helpful.
And Jaejoong supposedly loved Changmin, but he yelled at him over a new couch and today he’d been extra flirty on stage to piss him off, so what did he know?
Junsu did know it was something he had to feel for himself, and he felt it wasn’t just a crush on his side. Being with Yunho made him happy, he felt comfortable around him and voluntarily leaving him ever again seemed impossible.
He didn’t have much dating experience, that was true, but he’d had sex with a lot of people and he knew he wouldn’t regret only sharing a bed with Yunho for the rest of his life.
They lived together again, they went on dates when they had time, or fell asleep on the couch watching a movie. They talked about almost everything and the sex was as good as ever or even better.
But they never talked about their pasts, Yunho didn’t even know how much Junsu knew about his.
Junsu didn’t know if that was a problem, he didn’t want to believe it mattered. They could just look at the future and be happy, he wanted that even more for Yunho than for himself.
But how did Yunho feel? He thought he knew for sure, but why did he also feel uneasy?
The bed dipped behind him. Yunho hadn’t turned on the lights and moved quietly, thinking he was already asleep.
An arm slid gently over his waist. Junsu shifted and found his favourite spot against Yunho’s chest.
Junsu sat in a comfortable chair by the a window. His laptop, the most expensive present he’d allowed Yunho’s to give him, sat more or less forgotten on his lap as he stared at the rain outside.
Yunho wasn’t ashamed of their relationship. He’d even brought him to a company party once. Junsu knew that he was now known as Jung Yunho’s boy toy, though some said young lover. There seemed to be an emphasis on the sexual part either way.
Boyfriend, partner.. significant other, it sounded lame, but he would have liked those better.
He thought he’d learned by now to tell Yunho what was on his mind. Why was this so hard?
He looked up when he heard Yunho’s car, but this window was on the wrong side of the house.
It didn’t take Yunho long to find him though. He walked over to Junsu’s chair and leaned down to kiss him. Junsu smiled against his lips and almost let the laptop slip and fall to the ground when the wanted to press closer.
Yunho closed it, put it aside and slid next to him in the chair. Junsu had to sit half in his lap for it to fit.
“What were you doing?”
“Trying to write a song.” Junsu looked at him. “Why are you so cuddly?”
Yunho liked to surprise him with kisses a lot, but Junsu had learned to tell when there was something more to it than a general want to be close to him.
Yunho looked apologetic. “I can’t have dinner with you tonight. Changmin just called and he sounded drunk enough that I have to go pick him up and take him home and probably keep Jaejoong from killing him for a while.”
Junsu didn’t think he’d ever seen Changmin drunk. He couldn’t even imagine it. And it was so early in the evening too.
Yunho sighed. “It would be nice if he’d just get stupid at his own place where his employees can look after him. Might teach him a lesson too.”
“Does it happen a lot?”
“Only when Jaejoong won’t talk to him. Love sure turns people into idiots.” Yunho pecked his cheek. “I hope I won’t be home late. Do eat something. They’re already cooking downstairs.”
Junsu watched him leave and wondered if Yunho realised that he’d just said something that made his heart ache.
Yunho wasn’t that late. Junsu was still up and working on his lyrics. He smiled, but his face fell when he saw Yunho’s expression.
“What happened?”
Yunho walked to a cabinet and poured himself a drink. He didn’t offer Junsu anything.
“Changmin was drunk.”
“Yes?” Junsu’s worry was only strengthened by the fact that he didn’t know what or whom to worry about.
“He gets whiny when he’s drunk.” Yunho emptied his glass, as if to demonstrate how one gets drunk in the first place. “He complained about his relationship, but also about me, that I’m a terrible best friend.”
Junsu still didn’t know where this was going. He didn’t like that Yunho filled his glass again. He never drunk this fast.
“He complained about.. never getting credit for asking Jihye to talk to you.” Yunho looked at him. “And he said that it’s unfair that everyone knows more about me than he does. By everyone I assumed he meant you.”
Junsu sat frozen. He’d never mentioned that conversation with his sister to him, not because he wanted to hide it, but because Yunho didn’t like to be reminded of the past, she had warned him about that.
Yunho’s eyes were staring at him. They weren’t happy.
“What did she tell you about me? Everything? Have you known.. everything about me all along? And I didn’t know anything about that?”
Junsu pushed his nails into the palms of his hands. What should he say? What wouldn’t only make it worse? ‘I didn’t think it was very important’ obviously wasn’t an option.
“She only wanted to help me understand you better.. and it did.”
“So you understand me?” Yunho said. “You know how I feel?”
“I didn’t sa-”
“Yes you did. You must feel sorry for me. Are you only here because you pity me, Junsu? Is that why you took me on dates? To heal my poor broken heart?”
Junsu didn’t even have a response right away, just because he was so shocked. Would he be here, desperately trying to show Yunho his feelings, if all he felt was sorry for him, for having a bad youth?
He wanted to shake Yunho and yell at him that it wasn’t true, that he was here because he loved him. But was this the right time to tell him that? Was this the right situation for his first I love you?
It would sound forced and less sincere, not romantic at all.
“Is that what you think? Do you really believe that?” he asked instead. He added: “I can ask you the same. Do you only keep me here because you pity me?” He immediately wondered why he’d said that.
Yunho closed his eyes and sighed. “Junsu, you know how I f-”
“No, actually I don’t. Do you?”
Yunho looked at him with a pained expression.
“Get out,” he said softly.
Junsu bit his lip. Out? Out of the room, the house.. Yunho’s life?
“You want me to go?”
“Yes. No. I’m not throwing you out. Just.. want to be alone.”
“Okay,” Junsu said, and stood up. He wanted to talk about this when Yunho wasn’t drinking.
He was halfway through the long hallway when he realised he didn’t know where he was going. The bedroom? Yunho would probably go there next. Would he want him there?
He decided to sleep in his own room. He was at the door when he wondered if Yunho had eaten dinner.
They’d saved food for him, but Junsu found it in the kitchen, untouched.
He hesitated for a moment and then found pen and paper and wrote a note.
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I knew. Really. It was only because I thought you didn’t want to be reminded. But I’m not here because I feel sorry for you. You have money, nice friends and a sister who loves you, why would I pity you?
He wanted to write and a hot young boyfriend who loves you the most but, cheesiness aside, this wasn’t how he wanted to tell him that either.
He put the note with the food on a tray and carried it up the stairs. He was both disappointed and relieved when he found the bedroom empty. He put the tray down on a bedside table and closed the door behind him.
The house was big enough that he could easily have found a place to hide and avoid Yunho if he heard him coming, but he didn’t have to. The hallway was empty and quiet, lonely.
Dim moonlight shone through the large windows and showed him to his pile of pillows. It had stopped raining, awfully quiet. Junsu curled up in a ball like he used to do what seemed a very long time ago and hoped Yunho would forgive him.
Junsu covered his face with an arm to keep the sunlight out of his eyes. He’d learned to sleep in the dark and now the light woke him.
Yunho always closed the curtains, but Yunho wasn’t here.
He rolled over, away from the window, and stared at the tray on the floor for a while before realising it was there.
Yunho had brought him breakfast, with a note.
I had to go to work. We’ll talk tonight. Please don’t just run away. And if Changmin asks about last night, tell him he made out with a woman or something like that, preferably in front of Jaejoong.
Hwa Yun was downstairs and smiled at him. “I don’t know what happened, but he really cares about you.”
“Yeah,” Junsu said, “I know.”
In the past Yunho hadn't wanted Junsu to develop strong feelings for him, and now he was hurt because he feared his feelings weren't sincere? Yunho's emotions were confusing, but Junsu still knew that he cared. He only wondered if Yunho realised that himself.
Changmin didn’t ask about last night, but he shot him apologetic looks, so maybe he remembered something. Junsu wasn’t mad at him, Yunho probably would have found out some day anyway.
Changmin shot Jaejoong looks too, and Junsu suspected they'd make up soon and have great sex for hours.
Yoochun asked him about the song he’d been working on, and he said it wasn’t done yet. It was, but he always let Yunho hear his songs first. His opinion mattered the most.
He went home right after their show, and saw that there were no lights on in Yunho’s study.
Yunho was waiting for him on their bed, or his bed, reading a book.
Junsu didn’t know if he wanted him to come close, so he stood at the foot of the bed. “Hey.”
Yunho put the book down and looked up at him. “I don’t even know why I’m mad at you.”
“I should have told you I knew,” Junsu said.
“I might have pushed you away if you had. I just don’t know.” Yunho shook his head. “You must think I’m pathetic, loving someone like that”
“I don’t.” Junsu said softly, though he didn’t think he could truly understand it.
“I don’t know if I really loved him, maybe it was just an obsession, or an addiction. But it hurt so much.”
Junsu didn’t know what to say.
“I don’t even know what love is,” Yunho said.
“How..” Junsu took a deep breath, “how do you feel about me?”
Yunho looked up. “I don’t know.”
Junsu wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not, but he took the chance. “I think you do.”
“Junsu..”
Junsu pulled his shirt over his head. He pushed his slacks and boxers down and climbed onto the bed next to Yunho. He kneeled and lowered his face to the mattress, hands behind his back.
“Junsu? What..”
“If this is how you feel, I can stay with you as your whore, but you’d need to start treating me like one, so I won’t get confused. Just take me.”
Yunho roughly pushed him onto his back and hovered over him, and for a moment Junsu thought he was actually going to do it, until their lips touched.
Yunho kissed him in the way that made his skin tingle and his heart beat faster.
The slide of clothes against his naked body was arousing, but Yunho only focused on his lips. His tongue dipped into Junsu’s mouth and moved slowly around his own, but not for very long. Yunho pulled back until only his breath touched Junsu’s face.
Junsu had always imagined the perfect moment to be a bit unexpected but very romantic, like halfway through a movie, or while they were looking at the stars together, but it was this kiss. This kiss gave him the courage.
“I love you.”
Yunho looked at him, for a long time, and then kissed him again.
Junsu had hoped for him to say it back immediately. He’d always thought that it would feel like a rejection if he didn’t. But that wasn’t true. Yunho wasn’t running away from him, was he? More of those kisses, that wasn’t a bad thing.
And in the end, did the words really matter that much?
Junsu was out of breath by the time Yunho pulled back and rolled off him.
They lay side by side, staring at the ceiling.
“You’re not a whore,” Yunho said after a while.
“I know.” Junsu had just wanted to make him realise that.
“You make me happy, and all I want is to do the same for you.”
“You do.” Junsu smiled and found Yunho’s hand, intertwining their fingers.
“And, Junsu?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Junsu's breath caught in his throat. His eyes shot to the side of Yunho’s face. Yunho was smiling.
In one quick movement Junsu was on top of him, straddling his waist and pressing his wrists into the pillow above his head.
Yunho looked shocked. “What..”
Junsu leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, and then to his jaw and neck and shoulder.
“Let me worship you for that, the way you taught me to.”
11. Make Love
10. Date
9. Explanation
8. Confusing
7. Hurting
6. Cuddling
5. Kissing
4. Penetration
3. Oral
2. Foreplay
1. Erection
Pairings: HoSu, MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution. Junsu is 17, Yunho is 29.
Summary: Yunho looks for the ones who are used to abuse, the ones no one misses when he takes them home. He teaches them about pleasure and finds them a new place to live. He'd never thought one of them would teach him something as well.
Junsu parked his car. It was small and cheap compared to Yunho’s, but all his. He’d paid for it with his own money.
It was late, but the lights were still on and he found Yunho in his study.
“Hey.”
Yunho looked up to smile and return the greeting and turned back to his laptop to finish the sentence he’d been typing.
Junsu dropped down on the couch and closed his eyes.
“How was the performance?” Yunho asked.
“The performance was okay, but only because Jae is so professional. It was hell being around him backstage.”
“They’re still fighting?”
Jaejoong and Changmin didn’t fight often, but when they did, they were both too stubborn to apologise and it dragged on forever.
Junsu wondered if it was good or bad that he and Yunho never fought over anything.
“Go upstairs if you’re tired. I’ll be right there, I’m almost done.” Yunho said.
“You work too much,” Junsu complained.
“You too,” Yunho said. “But you’re right. You have tomorrow evening off, right? I’ll put my work aside too and we can watch a movie or something.”
Junsu stood up, kissed him briefly and went to take a shower.
Yunho made love to him the way Junsu wanted that night, speeding up when he asked for more instead of slowing and teasing. Pleasure came faster that way but didn’t last as long. Junsu could never decide which he liked best afterwards.
As Yunho stood up from the bed, his eyes were already closing, but he didn’t fall asleep.
While Yunho showered, Junsu thought about their relationship.
He’d asked Jaejoong, how do you know when you love somebody, and if you do, when is the right time to say it?
Jaejoong had given a whole lecture on how there are different types of love and it’s different for everybody and it had been much more confusing than helpful.
And Jaejoong supposedly loved Changmin, but he yelled at him over a new couch and today he’d been extra flirty on stage to piss him off, so what did he know?
Junsu did know it was something he had to feel for himself, and he felt it wasn’t just a crush on his side. Being with Yunho made him happy, he felt comfortable around him and voluntarily leaving him ever again seemed impossible.
He didn’t have much dating experience, that was true, but he’d had sex with a lot of people and he knew he wouldn’t regret only sharing a bed with Yunho for the rest of his life.
They lived together again, they went on dates when they had time, or fell asleep on the couch watching a movie. They talked about almost everything and the sex was as good as ever or even better.
But they never talked about their pasts, Yunho didn’t even know how much Junsu knew about his.
Junsu didn’t know if that was a problem, he didn’t want to believe it mattered. They could just look at the future and be happy, he wanted that even more for Yunho than for himself.
But how did Yunho feel? He thought he knew for sure, but why did he also feel uneasy?
The bed dipped behind him. Yunho hadn’t turned on the lights and moved quietly, thinking he was already asleep.
An arm slid gently over his waist. Junsu shifted and found his favourite spot against Yunho’s chest.
Junsu sat in a comfortable chair by the a window. His laptop, the most expensive present he’d allowed Yunho’s to give him, sat more or less forgotten on his lap as he stared at the rain outside.
Yunho wasn’t ashamed of their relationship. He’d even brought him to a company party once. Junsu knew that he was now known as Jung Yunho’s boy toy, though some said young lover. There seemed to be an emphasis on the sexual part either way.
Boyfriend, partner.. significant other, it sounded lame, but he would have liked those better.
He thought he’d learned by now to tell Yunho what was on his mind. Why was this so hard?
He looked up when he heard Yunho’s car, but this window was on the wrong side of the house.
It didn’t take Yunho long to find him though. He walked over to Junsu’s chair and leaned down to kiss him. Junsu smiled against his lips and almost let the laptop slip and fall to the ground when the wanted to press closer.
Yunho closed it, put it aside and slid next to him in the chair. Junsu had to sit half in his lap for it to fit.
“What were you doing?”
“Trying to write a song.” Junsu looked at him. “Why are you so cuddly?”
Yunho liked to surprise him with kisses a lot, but Junsu had learned to tell when there was something more to it than a general want to be close to him.
Yunho looked apologetic. “I can’t have dinner with you tonight. Changmin just called and he sounded drunk enough that I have to go pick him up and take him home and probably keep Jaejoong from killing him for a while.”
Junsu didn’t think he’d ever seen Changmin drunk. He couldn’t even imagine it. And it was so early in the evening too.
Yunho sighed. “It would be nice if he’d just get stupid at his own place where his employees can look after him. Might teach him a lesson too.”
“Does it happen a lot?”
“Only when Jaejoong won’t talk to him. Love sure turns people into idiots.” Yunho pecked his cheek. “I hope I won’t be home late. Do eat something. They’re already cooking downstairs.”
Junsu watched him leave and wondered if Yunho realised that he’d just said something that made his heart ache.
Yunho wasn’t that late. Junsu was still up and working on his lyrics. He smiled, but his face fell when he saw Yunho’s expression.
“What happened?”
Yunho walked to a cabinet and poured himself a drink. He didn’t offer Junsu anything.
“Changmin was drunk.”
“Yes?” Junsu’s worry was only strengthened by the fact that he didn’t know what or whom to worry about.
“He gets whiny when he’s drunk.” Yunho emptied his glass, as if to demonstrate how one gets drunk in the first place. “He complained about his relationship, but also about me, that I’m a terrible best friend.”
Junsu still didn’t know where this was going. He didn’t like that Yunho filled his glass again. He never drunk this fast.
“He complained about.. never getting credit for asking Jihye to talk to you.” Yunho looked at him. “And he said that it’s unfair that everyone knows more about me than he does. By everyone I assumed he meant you.”
Junsu sat frozen. He’d never mentioned that conversation with his sister to him, not because he wanted to hide it, but because Yunho didn’t like to be reminded of the past, she had warned him about that.
Yunho’s eyes were staring at him. They weren’t happy.
“What did she tell you about me? Everything? Have you known.. everything about me all along? And I didn’t know anything about that?”
Junsu pushed his nails into the palms of his hands. What should he say? What wouldn’t only make it worse? ‘I didn’t think it was very important’ obviously wasn’t an option.
“She only wanted to help me understand you better.. and it did.”
“So you understand me?” Yunho said. “You know how I feel?”
“I didn’t sa-”
“Yes you did. You must feel sorry for me. Are you only here because you pity me, Junsu? Is that why you took me on dates? To heal my poor broken heart?”
Junsu didn’t even have a response right away, just because he was so shocked. Would he be here, desperately trying to show Yunho his feelings, if all he felt was sorry for him, for having a bad youth?
He wanted to shake Yunho and yell at him that it wasn’t true, that he was here because he loved him. But was this the right time to tell him that? Was this the right situation for his first I love you?
It would sound forced and less sincere, not romantic at all.
“Is that what you think? Do you really believe that?” he asked instead. He added: “I can ask you the same. Do you only keep me here because you pity me?” He immediately wondered why he’d said that.
Yunho closed his eyes and sighed. “Junsu, you know how I f-”
“No, actually I don’t. Do you?”
Yunho looked at him with a pained expression.
“Get out,” he said softly.
Junsu bit his lip. Out? Out of the room, the house.. Yunho’s life?
“You want me to go?”
“Yes. No. I’m not throwing you out. Just.. want to be alone.”
“Okay,” Junsu said, and stood up. He wanted to talk about this when Yunho wasn’t drinking.
He was halfway through the long hallway when he realised he didn’t know where he was going. The bedroom? Yunho would probably go there next. Would he want him there?
He decided to sleep in his own room. He was at the door when he wondered if Yunho had eaten dinner.
They’d saved food for him, but Junsu found it in the kitchen, untouched.
He hesitated for a moment and then found pen and paper and wrote a note.
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I knew. Really. It was only because I thought you didn’t want to be reminded. But I’m not here because I feel sorry for you. You have money, nice friends and a sister who loves you, why would I pity you?
He wanted to write and a hot young boyfriend who loves you the most but, cheesiness aside, this wasn’t how he wanted to tell him that either.
He put the note with the food on a tray and carried it up the stairs. He was both disappointed and relieved when he found the bedroom empty. He put the tray down on a bedside table and closed the door behind him.
The house was big enough that he could easily have found a place to hide and avoid Yunho if he heard him coming, but he didn’t have to. The hallway was empty and quiet, lonely.
Dim moonlight shone through the large windows and showed him to his pile of pillows. It had stopped raining, awfully quiet. Junsu curled up in a ball like he used to do what seemed a very long time ago and hoped Yunho would forgive him.
Junsu covered his face with an arm to keep the sunlight out of his eyes. He’d learned to sleep in the dark and now the light woke him.
Yunho always closed the curtains, but Yunho wasn’t here.
He rolled over, away from the window, and stared at the tray on the floor for a while before realising it was there.
Yunho had brought him breakfast, with a note.
I had to go to work. We’ll talk tonight. Please don’t just run away. And if Changmin asks about last night, tell him he made out with a woman or something like that, preferably in front of Jaejoong.
Hwa Yun was downstairs and smiled at him. “I don’t know what happened, but he really cares about you.”
“Yeah,” Junsu said, “I know.”
In the past Yunho hadn't wanted Junsu to develop strong feelings for him, and now he was hurt because he feared his feelings weren't sincere? Yunho's emotions were confusing, but Junsu still knew that he cared. He only wondered if Yunho realised that himself.
Changmin didn’t ask about last night, but he shot him apologetic looks, so maybe he remembered something. Junsu wasn’t mad at him, Yunho probably would have found out some day anyway.
Changmin shot Jaejoong looks too, and Junsu suspected they'd make up soon and have great sex for hours.
Yoochun asked him about the song he’d been working on, and he said it wasn’t done yet. It was, but he always let Yunho hear his songs first. His opinion mattered the most.
He went home right after their show, and saw that there were no lights on in Yunho’s study.
Yunho was waiting for him on their bed, or his bed, reading a book.
Junsu didn’t know if he wanted him to come close, so he stood at the foot of the bed. “Hey.”
Yunho put the book down and looked up at him. “I don’t even know why I’m mad at you.”
“I should have told you I knew,” Junsu said.
“I might have pushed you away if you had. I just don’t know.” Yunho shook his head. “You must think I’m pathetic, loving someone like that”
“I don’t.” Junsu said softly, though he didn’t think he could truly understand it.
“I don’t know if I really loved him, maybe it was just an obsession, or an addiction. But it hurt so much.”
Junsu didn’t know what to say.
“I don’t even know what love is,” Yunho said.
“How..” Junsu took a deep breath, “how do you feel about me?”
Yunho looked up. “I don’t know.”
Junsu wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not, but he took the chance. “I think you do.”
“Junsu..”
Junsu pulled his shirt over his head. He pushed his slacks and boxers down and climbed onto the bed next to Yunho. He kneeled and lowered his face to the mattress, hands behind his back.
“Junsu? What..”
“If this is how you feel, I can stay with you as your whore, but you’d need to start treating me like one, so I won’t get confused. Just take me.”
Yunho roughly pushed him onto his back and hovered over him, and for a moment Junsu thought he was actually going to do it, until their lips touched.
Yunho kissed him in the way that made his skin tingle and his heart beat faster.
The slide of clothes against his naked body was arousing, but Yunho only focused on his lips. His tongue dipped into Junsu’s mouth and moved slowly around his own, but not for very long. Yunho pulled back until only his breath touched Junsu’s face.
Junsu had always imagined the perfect moment to be a bit unexpected but very romantic, like halfway through a movie, or while they were looking at the stars together, but it was this kiss. This kiss gave him the courage.
“I love you.”
Yunho looked at him, for a long time, and then kissed him again.
Junsu had hoped for him to say it back immediately. He’d always thought that it would feel like a rejection if he didn’t. But that wasn’t true. Yunho wasn’t running away from him, was he? More of those kisses, that wasn’t a bad thing.
And in the end, did the words really matter that much?
Junsu was out of breath by the time Yunho pulled back and rolled off him.
They lay side by side, staring at the ceiling.
“You’re not a whore,” Yunho said after a while.
“I know.” Junsu had just wanted to make him realise that.
“You make me happy, and all I want is to do the same for you.”
“You do.” Junsu smiled and found Yunho’s hand, intertwining their fingers.
“And, Junsu?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
Junsu's breath caught in his throat. His eyes shot to the side of Yunho’s face. Yunho was smiling.
In one quick movement Junsu was on top of him, straddling his waist and pressing his wrists into the pillow above his head.
Yunho looked shocked. “What..”
Junsu leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, and then to his jaw and neck and shoulder.
“Let me worship you for that, the way you taught me to.”
11. Make Love
10. Date
9. Explanation
8. Confusing
7. Hurting
6. Cuddling
5. Kissing
4. Penetration
3. Oral
2. Foreplay
1. Erection